Is the gleam beneath the sun at the waving backyard, the little creature in the swing by the roots, the constant feeling, and the branches meeting each other yet it feels like connection.
The falling leaves from the tree,
Sing to me, now I am free.
The bug who caught the flee,
Has been caressed by me.
Just like your sage green tee,
And my apple cider tea,
We make the ideal childhood glee –
No one can foresee.
When we went overseas to play as an attendee,
I wrote your name on the tree in calligraphy;
We slept 'till dawn under the warm tabby marquee;
I adore the canopy,
Because you have got that hair like a soft feathery,
And I have that purple and pink skies bruised on my knee;
You healed it with forest leaves,
Just like I love you, there are three.
Pistachio, emerald, olive, pickle,
Like in the middle, you have to laugh that tickle;
Fern, moss, pine, matcha, basil,
Like eyes from a Victorian castle that dazzled;
Seafoam, crocodile, lime,
There is some time you run and climb like there is no time;
Chartreuse, pine, pear,
Your crystal cheer is a sphere;
Parakeet, mint, juniper,
It makes me gaze far away,
And the vision we hold becomes vaguely clear.
There are days we have to guarantee,
That this is real – three eight o'clock, eating milky cereal with the bee;
There is that statue of a pigeon in Tennessee,
And the bear hugs, they are we.
Because we care not just to a certain degree –
But like fools, it is always you me.
Together we looked at the serene sea,
The hymn of the summer breeze touching the water,
And the smell of your lips that tasted like lemon candy.
Promise, I would fall to catch the pea,
Because you are the sweetest to agree –
And the flowers' plea,
Has come to key,
When a raindrop touched the beautiful meadow lea,
And when I look into your eyes,
I see who I could be.
"Deep hook marks in rubber lips
I see your eyes in the flowers
I'll pick a bunch for your room
Green and blue to match your pictures
You looked so good in green
I hope you're well
And you look so good with him
And I'm proud of you still
I hope you think of me
Still as your friend
I hope you love yourself, your body and heart
I hope you feel happy that's all I want"
— Cavetown, Green